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Nov 2021
Once again, my thinking, stopped.
Nightly hours rushing unabated.
Sublime, is what I’ve named them.

Enchanting spell your eyes did cast.
A moth was I,  so captivating!
My heart to you surrendered.

A silk caress my face enjoyed.
Our hands embrace, am I awake?
My dream is overwhelming.

How cruel is time,
My mind, its thoughts.
Please! Tell me why?

A love I must surrender.
Jorge Rangel
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Jorge Rangel  M/USA
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